“God, Jesse,” I breathed, thrusting into his hand. “Fuck…”
He growled against my neck, then nipped my shoulder before he started kissing his way back up toward my mouth. “I’ve been losing my mind,” he murmured between soft kisses. “Ever since we hooked up the other day—I just… I can’t stop thinking about how much I want you.”
I squeezed my eyes shut and arched my back, tilting my head to expose more of my neck. “Fuck…”
“You still want me to top you?” he whispered. “Or do?—”
“Yes.”I licked my lips. “God, Jesse—please.”
“I’ve got some lube.” He brushed his lips across mine. “Should I go get it?”
“Uh-huh.”
He grinned. “Be right back.” Then he kissed me, got up, and left the room. I lay there in a daze for a moment, stroking myself slowly just to relieve the need for friction. When Jesse returned, a small bottle in hand, he just stared at me from the doorway. He raked his eyes up and down my body, and I shamelessly did the same.
Our gazes locked.
Neither of us said a word—he just crossed the room, joined me in the bed, and kissed me. He knocked my hand out of the way so he could take over stroking my cock, and I swore I almost came unglued from his needy kiss and his perfect strokes.
After God knew how long, he touched his hot forehead to mine. “I want to be fucking you right the hell now, but… I want to make sure you’re ready for me first.” He drew back, his expression a little self-conscious as he shyly added, “I don’t, you know, want to hurt you.”
“I know. I trust you.” I carded my fingers through his hair. “I’m not in any hurry. I’ve been wanting you for too long to quibble over a few minutes of prep.”
Jesse studied me uncertainly. Then he grinned just before he claimed my mouth again. Once he’d kissed me halfway to oblivion, he picked up the lube bottle, nudged my thighs apart, and got started.
He took me at my word, too, and he didn’t rush at all. He made damn sure I was ready for him. Tons of lube. Tons of time. Just patiently fingering and stretching me until I could’ve easily taken him, and then continuing to do it until I was shaking with need for him. All the while, he kissed my mouth and my neck, lighting up every nerve ending in my body with the need to have him balls deep in meright now.
“Please, just fuck me,” I whined. “Jesse…”
“I will,” he teased. “It’s just so much fun to…” He crooked his fingers just right to graze my prostate again, and I thought my soul left my body. I was so damn turned on, my toes were curling and my spine was arching off the bed; I needed him in me before I went insane.
“Fuck me,” I growled. “Or I’m going to come like this.”
He grinned. “Maybe I want?—”
“Jesse,” I pleaded.
He chuckled, but he was also sliding his fingers free, so I closed my eyes and exhaled.Finally.
“Get up on your knees,” he said.
I had to pause to collect myself. We were doing this. God, finally.
“You okay?” Genuine concern filled his voice.
“Ooh, yeah.” I sat up slowly. “Just…reallyturned on.”
His eyes sparked with heat and wonder, as if he were amazed I was so into this. I touched the side of his neck and stole a long, lazy kiss.
“Knees,” he whispered, sounding as desperate as I felt. “I need to—baby, turn around.”
Oh, it was tempting to tease him as revenge for all his teasing, but that would mean torturing myself. So I just kissed him once more, then did as I was told.
When Jesse knelt behind me, I had to take some slow, deep breaths to calm myself down. I wasn’t nervous about taking him. Well, nottoonervous—just really, really keyed up and excited.
He ran his palm up my back, the gesture as soothing as it was sexy. “You okay?”
“Yeah. Just, uh… Go slow? I haven’t done this in a while.”
